Love Poem by Danette Frenz

Love is gentle like a breeze,
Softer than a cotton ball.
Smells so fresh, like baby powder.
A lovely shade of pink, I think.
A soft caress, a light brushstroke,
My fingers glide across the sheet.
I shade your eyes a dark, dark brown,
Luminous, bright and full of life.
A quick touch of your nose, I draw,
But your smile is best of all.
Crisp, wide and happy as can be,
I form but cannot fully imitate your art.
No matter what, you have my heart.